Poem Sappho

Afroditi of the Flowers at Knossos

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Leave Kriti and come here to this holy
temple with your graceful grove
of apple trees and altars smoking
          with frankincense.

Icy water babbles through apple branches
and roses leave shadow on the ground
and bright shaking leaves pour down
          profound sleep.

Here is a meadow where horses graze
amid wild blossoms of the spring and soft
          winds blow aroma

of honey. Afroditi, take the nectar
and delicately pour it into gold
wine cups and mingle joy with
          our celebration.

In Time of Storm
A Prayer to Aphrodite

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